Vernors ginger ale, tables full of mustard, and matzo ball soup. Three important ingredients in a great deli, and The New Yorker Deli has 'em all.
The atmosphere is pretty sterile, with some pseudo-celebrity headshots on the wall. This won't impress most folks, but it really makes me incredibly cozy and happy. The old dudes serving up the corned beef sandwiches, pickles and other treats are great fellas, and I've never been disappointed. I'm especially in love with their matzo ball soup, complete with carrot hunks and extra salty broth. Slurp!